| How I lost my boy
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| How I lost my boy
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| How I lost my boy
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| How I lost my boy
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| The king in I died
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| He kept floating past my eyes
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| And singing his songs
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| Life was good now death’s all wrong
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| Cause you can’t feel a thing
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| No heart flutters in late spring
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| You just drift and pray
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| For sun kissed golden days
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| And I can’t hold what’s in my hand
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| Don’t do any good to say this isn’t what I planned
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| And little kids sliding down the steel park slide
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| Little kids can’t play with things that have died
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| Sometimes all I want is one favorite song
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| And two to three minutes don’t seem that long
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| And where’s my mom, I wanna hold her tight
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| She’s so far away from crowded nights
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| I’m going cuckoo-ookoo-ookoo
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| Well I’m going cuckoo-ookoo-ookoo
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| Where I’m going
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| I said please stay
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| You can see me, don’t go away
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| I can’t see the landscape
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| Please describe it’s amaranthine haze
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| It’s odd where I am They’re people, you’re not like them
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| They just look away
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| For rain-quenched golden days
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| My tears quench five feet of lawn
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| And I just creep I cannot yawn
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| And people gonna come and people gonna cry
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| He just woke and dreamt and ate and died
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| Don’t try to erase what you have done
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| Put your fingers in a mouth, and kiss it if it wants
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| And where’s my friend, I wanna hold him tight
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| He’s so far away from mountain lights
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| I’m going cuckoo-ookoo-ookoo
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| Well I’m going cuckoo-ookoo-ookoo
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| Where I’m going
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| And I can’t hold what’s in my hand
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| Don’t do any good to say this isn’t what I planned
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| And little kids sliding down the steel park slide
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| Little kids can’t play with things that have died
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| Sometimes all I want is one favorite song
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| And two to three minutes doesn’t seem that long
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| And where’s my mom, I wanna hold her tight
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| She’s so far away from crowded nights
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| I’m going cuckoo-ookoo-ookoo
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| Well I’m going cuckoo-ookoo-ookoo
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| Where I’m going |